Joseph Enright

Moths Poem by Joseph Enright

On a peaceful summer midnight, Under a moonlit sky, I stand beneath a street lamp As moths go flying by.I seem to hear in the stillness, The fluttering of their wings, As if a magnet invisible, Collected all flying little things

Around the lamplight they gather, And do their strange little dance, Eyes aglow in the lamplight, Unblinking, as if in a trance.

And as the nightime fades away, To greet again another day, My winged adncers soon take flight, To return perhaps? Tomorrow night?